I Just Wanna Keep Calling Your Name Novels & Stories

I told him. “As much as I want to try calling you that, I think I will just stick to your name. I actually love it”

Those eyes staring at me, I lift my body up the pole and feel every movement I do, as the lyrics helps me get drowned by his stares. I dance all out, wanting to impress those dark eyes so much, “So call out my name, call out my name when I kiss you so gently, I want you to stay, I want you to stay, even though you don't want me, girl, why can't you wait? girl, why can't you wait 'til I fall out of love? won't you call out my name? girl, call out my name, and I'll be on my way and I'll be on my” the music gives me more emotion to my movements as I keep him in my mind.

It was our millionth kiss today but still it wasn’t enough for me. Suddenly heard a voice that keeps calling my name. JOSHUA! JOSHUA! “What are you doing?”

Ashly’s phone vibrated from an incoming call but the sound fell deaf on their ears as they filled the room with arousing melodies. “It’s Sen. Again. For the fourth time now. It’s okay if you forgot that you said you would come early to help me set up but before you came, we forgot to pick up the magic ice while we were out. You know, the one that vapors and changes colors? The store called me and said it’s ready but we were already home so if you guys don’t mind, would you pick it up for me? Tell them that Sen sent you and if they give you any problem just call me. Thanks!”

I'm still not halfway through it and now I wonder how will I finish it when all I ever think about is Gage Stockholm? I got into Spotify and tried to listen to Bobby Valentino's Anonymous. Baby I want you so much Wanna hold, wanna feel your touch Come fast girl I'm in a rush Why you gotta be anonymous? I wanna know, I gotta know Your name, your name, your name Why you gotta be anonymous? What's your name? Anonymous Where you at? Anonymous When I think about you I get a rush I wanna meet my Ms. Anonymous

“Ida.” I hated the way my name sounded on his lips. It made my stomach churn in disgust. I turned around, plastering the fakest smile I could muster. “Kaida. That’s my name. If you want my attention, call me Kaida.” With that said, I turned around and continued walking like nothing happened, until he called me for the second time, this time properly. “Kaida.” “Now you’re talking,” I replied, my face covered in a scowl. “What do you want?”

It wasn't until my first month of college that I found out the entire pack had been calling me a leech behind my back. The nickname came from Sienna Blackwood—Lucas's partner. To every wolf in Silvermoon, I was just some weakling squatting on pack land. They saw me use Lucas's pass, saw the tiny cabin at the edge of his territory, and filled in the blanks themselves. I went to find Lucas, thinking he'd defend me like he used to when we were pups. But he just waved a hand, didn't even look up from whatever he was doing, and said, "It's just a nickname, Elena. Sienna's joking around. You're being too sensitive." Then he added, "Besides, you're always around me. You use my pass, you live a sto

I reached the window right in time to see his tall, dressed in red, figure as he walked across the street to his home. The warmth of his soft lips and the gentle way his tongue touched mine was intoxicating. I wanted more. So much more…and tomorrow was a day with Matt again. I sighed both with longing and with sadness. “Adrian?!” I shook my head and my eyes flew to my mobile. Should I call him back? Must I? Is he deserving of my calling? I massaged my face with my palms, closing my eyes at a loss. I had no idea what I was going to do, but there was this heavy, overwhelming sensation.

Cain moves closer again before asking, “ What is?” “I don’t know,” I say with tears running down my face. I move my hands to cover my ears as the call is playing on an endless loop. I hear Alec and Cain speak to each other and I hear the loud thud of feet hitting the stairs as many people seem to be on the move.

He sounds so damn concerned, so fucking gentle, and so innocent that I almost listen to what he has to say. Every bit of self-control and patience I had goes out the window the moment he calls me by my name. I grab his hips and pull him closer to me. "Do whatever you want; however you want, I don't give a fuck, but for the love of God, call me by my name again. It sounds so much better when you say it."